Liya heard there was a new shipment of clothes but considering she preferred going without, or making do with pelts and feathers for her hips and wraps for her chest, it was odd to find the War Horseman there. Let it not be said that she at least wasn't adverse to looking at clothes even if she was far more reluctant when it came to wearing them.
As she thumbed through the racks and outfits on their hangers, she ended up dislodging something from a particularly tight pack. It landed with a thump and splayed open to what Liya could only describe as a human female doing an impression of War Horseman fashion. This in and of itself wasn't a problem but it just so happened to have landed at the feet of another Horseman.
Liya War Horseman; Warrior Wild Arcana (formerly The Tower Arcana Group D) Journal - 5"0 tall - Mother hen - Loves you all!
xHitsuzen
Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2017 6:51 pm
Yuki was overdressed, despite comfortable temperatures. He still favored layers, even when he wasn't living in a desert wasteland anymore. It wasn't every day that he tried to hide the decay on his face, but apparently he was feeling particularly bugged (no pun intended) by it and so within the mass of fabric and cheap jewelry only the right side of his face and his hands were uncovered.
Did he really need more clothes? No. Was that going to stop him from browsing and probably buying more? Also no. The usual colors that helped him hide in famine's territory had been traded - in The Dusk, at least - for various hues of blue. Nobody ever said he couldn't have a color he liked that didn't match with the norm. Though, even if they had, he probably wouldn't have listened.
He liked to visit the shop on the days they got their shipments, if only to beat death clan members to their more favored dark colored garments.
The famine horseman's explorations had been casual and slow, actually content to only browse racks when no one else was already doing so. Though, he'd finally shuffled through everything except for one rack. With only one other person there, surely he could have a look at that one before he went home.
He really should have just left.
The thump of something dropping on the floor between he and the war horsewoman diverted his attention from the shirt he'd been looking over and instead down to the floor. O-oh...
It took a couple of seconds for him to react, if only because he didn't know what to do. He looked from the lewd image, to Liya, back to the floor, then at the ceiling because that seemed the safest place at the moment. It was hard to tell whether or not he'd blanched, considering how pale he was to begin with. Though, it didn't take long at all for a pink hue to spread over what could be seen of his face.
"Ah... U-uhm... C-can you maybe... Pick that up?" Yuki probably would have, had it been any other magazine or book, but like hell was he going to make himself look a pervert in public. Let alone in front of a woman. He hadn't seen where it'd come from, so as far as he knew (or cared) it was hers to begin with.
OOC
Name: Yuki (Journal) Arcana: Strength Clan: Famine Appearance: Take this guy, make him very thin (not quite emaciated) and grumpy. Jagged facial wound from just above left brow to the curve of the lower mandible. Wound is old/decayed and open to reveal bone, teeth and an empty eye socket.
Liya looked down at the magazine, then looked up at the Famine Horseman, then back at the magazine. "Why? Your knees or back giving you problems?" she asked, the concern in her voice genuine. But all the same, she knelt down to pick up the skin-mag from the floor and handed it over to him.
"Here, did you drop this?" she said with a smile. "Is this for research or something?"
Hitsuzen
Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2017 3:44 am
He felt a twinge of annoyance at her response, but he didn't say anything.
However, he didn't realize that she'd said such a thing because she thought it belonged to him. For how quickly he took a step back and raised his hands in front of him one would've thought the magazine was going to burn him if he touched it.
"That's not mine!" Yuki said quickly, wide-eyed. "Re-research? Research for what?!"
To think that he'd have something like that stashed away in his clothes was shocking and appalling! Those sorts of things never left his room.
OOC
Name: Yuki (Journal) Arcana: Strength Clan: Famine Appearance: Take this guy, make him very thin (not quite emaciated) and grumpy. Jagged facial wound from just above left brow to the curve of the lower mandible. Wound is old/decayed and open to reveal bone, teeth and an empty eye socket.
The War Horseman obviously didn't share the same sort of sentiments when it involved those kinds of things. If anything, Liya seemed completely nonplussed about the magazine's existence in the clothing store. But she wasn't ignorant of the other clans' social cues and so she rolled the magazine into a tight tube when the Famine Horseman stepped away so abruptly.
"Hey, no shame in learning about Humans. I find it's more fun knowing which part goes squish and which part goes splat. And it helps to know what to wear and what not to wear to get 'em to come to you of their own free will."
She gave him a teasing wink before tucking the rolled up magazine between her arm and then pulling out what looked like a net before someone got the bright idea to turn it into a shirt. "Sorta like this! Yay or nay?" she asked, holding it up to him while grinning ear to ear.
Liya
